All the same, Doris's parting shot struck home.

Unfortunately it was true.

The Camellia Buds had proclaimed themselves as "Fairy Godmothers, Limited," had adopted juniors with much flourish of trumpets, had certainly fought a crusade and defended them against injustice and infringement of their rights, and then--and then--alack!--in the excitement of other matters had almost forgotten all about them.
Peachy remembered clearly that for the first week of her championship she had made a point of speaking daily to Olive, Doris, and Natalie.
Now, for a full fortnight she had scarcely nodded to them at the breakfast table.

They had certainly had no opportunity of pouring their childish woes into the sympathetic and motherly ear which she had quite intended should be always open to them.
"I've a wretched memory," she ruminated remorsefully.

"Poor kiddies.
They've really got rather a grievance, though they needn't have been so cheeky--the young imps! I guess I'd better call a meeting of the Camellia Buds and see what's to be done.